As Shepard wanders the hallways of the dilapidated compound in which Clan Urdnot have claimed, EDI's voice sounds in her ear piece. "Killing the thresher maw has produced several breeding requests for Grunt and one for Shepard."
Grunt laughs animatedly at this discovery, which just puzzles Shepard. She plans to speak with Wrex about this as soon as she's peeled out of her acid marked armor.
Upon returning to the Normandy she heads straight to the elevator ignoring Kelly's cheerful voice "You have a new message at your private terminal" why she needed someone to flag her messages she would never understand. She was smart, a VI would have been simpler than the red headed bimbo currently standing in her CIC.
Shepard sighed, slamming her hand onto the wall as the elevator slowly ascended to the captains cabin.. admonishing the Illusive Asshole, he can rebuild a human but can't make a faster elevator. As the doors slowly open she is already shucking out of her armor leaving the pieces strewn about. On the battle field she is efficient in her private quarters you would think a child lived here. Every space was covered in clothes or data pads willing themselves to be put away.
Shepard steps into the bathroom peeling herself out of her under garments, glad that she smashed the bathroom mirror on her first night so that she did not need to see the monstrosity that Cerberus had resurrected. Glowing orange scars covered her whole body, Chakwas told her once a positive attitude would reduce them but what is there to be positive about when you're stuck on a ship with terrorists and The Illusive Asshole keeps trying to get you killed.
No, now they are just a stark reminder of her mortality. Shepard shakes her head and turns the water on to an uncomfortable temperature, pain is the only time that she feels real, that she can comprehend that she is alive. The shower is quick; all the while pondering what Krogan would have made a breeding request for the puny human. A dry laugh escapes her throat and she exits the shower. Pulling on her favorite jeans, she paired this with a simple black tank top and leather jacket begrudgingly thanking Cerberus for leaving her assets as they were.
She knows that she should leave Tuchanka and continue with her mission, but a part of her brain is nagging at her, she needs to find out who made the request. At this she quietly disembarks the Normandy once again, she borrowed Kasumis tactical cloak and went unheard and unseen as she walked out the Normandy's airlock. The tactical cloak deactivated shortly after leaving the Normandy, she received many sideways glances, a human on Tuchanka without armor. No one noticed the pistol she had beneath her jacket, and as a biotic she was never truly unarmed.
She stumbled as she approached the Dias, seeing one of her oldest friends sitting in his throne eyeing her. She had a secret. One she hoped she may get to share.
Wrex laughed boisterously as Shepard approached, she looked nervous as she asked "Which one of these fucking Krogan had the quad to submit a breeding request for me? The infamous commander Shepard who destroyed Saren's genophage cure?!"
Wrex took a deep breath before answering, his red eyes boring into Shepard, undressing her with his eyes. He stood before answering, walking towards her with a force that almost brought her to her knees, he leaned down and stared his friend in the eye and simply stated "I did".
Shepard choked, her mind reeling at this knowledge, her panties instantly wet at this strange revelation. Pull yourself together woman, he's just joking with you. There is no way that he would want you, he would break you.. but that's just what you want isn't it? Her thoughts spiraled through her head as she just stares at Wrex unsure of what to say next.
Wrex sees her face fall but he can smell her arousal. Thank the ancients he's wearing armor as his cock begins to harden as the smell of her arousal permeates the air around them. He wants her. He's always wanted her. She is fierce and tenacious. He laughed at himself 2 years ago feeling a sexual attraction to a human all soft and squishy. He'd break her, of this he was sure but he wanted nothing more than to fill her full of his seed and watch as it dripped down her thighs in rivers.
Wrex then became increasingly aware of his guards and all of the Krogan watching them. His deep voice whispered; hopefully only low enough she could hear "Come with me to my quarters." This flustered Shepard why was he inviting her to his quarters? Guess there was only one way to find out. She stood tall and raised her head following Wrex; noticing as he subtly waved off the guards that attempted to follow.
The air that surrounded them was thick with tension, the Krogan parted allowing them to pass, the shuffling kicking up dust which coated her already dry throat. The walk was short but quiet neither bothering to speak. Shepard out of confusion, Wrex because he wanted privacy. The breeding request he put in was seen by no one's eyes but his, and well that damned AI, hopefully it used enough discretion to not tell the whole of the Normandy where the request originated.
They reached his quarters, it was nicer than she imagined after seeing the state of the rest of the planet. It was simple yet efficient a large bed, a table covered in weapons and no windows. It didn't appear to have a door at least not that Shepard could see but upon entry Wrex lifted a large rock slab placing in in front of the opening at least protecting them for prying eyes. Though the screams he hoped to hear from her mouth would have to be muffled more creatively.
Shepard stood awkwardly taking in her surroundings. Watching Wrex block the door and marveling at his size. She wondered what it would feel like to be picked up by the Krogan and held against a wall. She immediately surrendered this thought as a new wave of heat drowned her core. Wrex turned to her, the look of a crazed animal in his eyes. She realized then, or more so remembered that Krogan have a heightened sense of smell and panicked as she wondered if he could smell her.
Without taking his eyes off of her Wrex asked "Do you want to know why I submitted the Breeding Request?" She only nodded not trusting her voice, not trusting herself not to show any anticipation for his answer. His deep rumbling voice vibrated his chest as he came to stand in front of her. Forcing her to look up at him, she waited with bated breath.
"Since the moment I laid eyes on you. Standing in C Sec with the Turian and that damned human biotic, I was hit with the ferociousness of you. A small human woman, and yet you stood with the confidence of the Krogan Warlords. No one dared question you. The confidence you radiated… instantly made me hard. I wanted you, no I needed you. I needed to break you. To hear you beg for me. To dominate you. Our mission was one of importance, that fucking human biotic worshipped you, and it just pissed you off. I watched and waited, waited for this need to disappear. It never did. Then you show up on my fucking planet, you stand before me, alive, you act as Grunt's Krantt killing the fucking Maw it hasn't been done since I DID IT!" He was almost yelling now, but she wasn't scared.
She went to speak. He silenced her with a look. He took a deep breath and very simply said " If you wish to leave I will open the passage" A look akin to shame quickly flitted across his face. She couldn't breath he was standing so close. His cold armor a sharp contrast to her burning skin. She took a shuddering breath, but not one of fear or of nerves; one of pure need and lust. She didn't speak. She removed her coat, tossing her concealed pistol into the pile on the table. Allowing some distance between them. She pulled her biotic energy around her and zeroed in on Wrex, charging him. She would regret charging a fully armored Krogan, but right now she needed him.
For a split second Wrex thought she was going to leave, in that moment he heard a gun hit the table and then he was hit with a biotic force, instinctively reaching his arms out he caught her. His arms wrapped tightly around her. He did not move. He waited, holding his breath to control his own instincts, he heard a small whisper.. "Yes", that was all he needed. He tossed the small woman to the bed. Removing his armor as quickly as possible. When the last piece of armor Fell his cock sprang forward no longer restrained by the tight armor.
He heard a choke, he looked up to see her staring eyes impossibly wide and her mouth popped open, surprised. He sauntered towards the bed. He pulled her up burying his fingers in her hair and using this as leverage to bring her to him. She stood there before him awe struck.
"You will take what I give you. All of it with no complaint. I will not be gentle with you Talitha, you will feel me in every movement for days to come. I will use you, I will fill you with my seed. You will be mine. Do you understand?"
He used her first name, he never did that. No one ever did. But in that moment she found courage and need, as this best allowed her to live her fantasy. She tilted her head up to look into his red eyes "I understand, I will be yours." She opened her mouth to continue speaking as he reached an arm around her, and slid a knife expertly down her clothing revealing soft white flesh. He ripped the clothing off, noting a faint whimper as he did so. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bed forcing her to her knees at the edge as he sat in front of her, his member bouncing heavily as he sat.
Knowing the intensity of what he planned to do he looked at her deep into her eyes as she knelt in front of him. And he made her promise that if it was to much she would ignite her biotics signaling to Wrex to stop. She promised this, a look of pure confidence upon her face. He noticed not the scars that covered her. Upon reaching this agreement he leaned back, pulling her face towards his hard cock and demanding that she open her mouth.
She complied immediately, he did not intend to be gentle forcing himself into her mouth farther and farther. The tip reaching her throat before she had taken more than half of his cock, this would have to do. He needed to finish before he fucked her. It needed to last.
She could feel his hand in her hair pushing her head down, forcing his cock into her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks hearing a moan escape his mouth. The sound emboldened her, she began to work her mouth up and down taking as much as she could one hand tried to wrap around his thick cock and the other played with his quad relishing as the moans become more insistent and louder.
Wrex could feeling his orgasm cresting, and knowing the size of the load, he attempted to pull away, she would not allow it. Her hand jerking and her other hand grabbing his quad and squeezing she took his cock deep into her throat and he came with a roar, spilling his seed down her throat. She looked up at him through tears and swallowed every drop.
She had no time to process the immensity of his load before she was lifted onto her feet. Well off of them more specifically. She could feel his penis rock hard against her stomach and breasts and feel his warm breath in her ear. He charged towards the wall while holding her, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist, he readjusted his hold and as her back hit the wall he impaled her. She felt her walls gripping him, and felt an immense stretching pain as he filled her. Forcing himself in to the hilt. He could feel his quad smack her in the ass causing her to yelp with such a sensation of fullness. She had never experienced such a thing and likely never would again.
He held her like that suspended back pressed against the wall, his cock pushed inside of her. He gave himself but a moment to relish in the tight wet confines of her pussy before he began to fuck her. Realizing quickly that be it pain or pleasure she was loud, moaning wantonly, he lowered slowly to her pile of wrecked clothes, he grabbed her panties into his hand and shoved them into her mouth muffling the screams that were to come. She choked briefly on the fabric, likely from surprise. But that was immediately forgotten as he fucked her with reckless abandon against the wall. But it wasn't enough he needed more. He walked over to the bed and dropped her. She spit out the panties with a soft oomph. Before she could speak he grabbed her waist and flipped her over pulling her knees under her and pushing her shoulders down.
For a moment he just stared. He had done enough research to know it was the same general concept to Krogan females, but she was smaller. Her hole tighter and the soft pink now covered in the white cream of her own arousal was a sharp contrast to the dark red of his penis.
He wasted not another moment as he slammed back into her. His quad slapping her clit. He fucked her hard and deep and fast. Forgetting who she was, what she was; giving way to the animalistic need to claim her. It could have been minutes or hours for all he knew, he lost himself in the smell of their desire, the way that she screamed his name. He looked down at her noting that his claws had dug into her side leaving angry red marks mixed with the orange scars, he ran his claws down her back as she began to meet his thrusts. He could feel his orgasm, he reached around pinching her clit tightly the other hand holding her hips so that she could not move.
"I am going to cum inside of you, I am going to fill you with my seed, cum for me Talitha." He roared.
She screamed as she felt his sharp pinch on her clit. In that moment the pain was euphoric. She exploded around his cock feeling him swell impossibly larger and feeling him spill his seed. Her world exploded in colour, her vision began to fade, and her hearing began to fuzz but she couldn't move. She was still impaled on his cock. He slowly began to pull himself out of her slowly and carefully not wanting his cum to spill out of her. He quickly forced her to lay down on her stomach as he pulled out of her. At which point he flipped her onto her stomach, shoving his seed back into her with his fingers. A look crossed his face of pride.
She lay there. Every part of her body sore. But for the first time in months feeling relaxed and truly alive. Wrex collapsed next to her, done admiring his work. They needed no words in that moment. And just relished in the after glow, as her breathing returned to a leveled pace. She reached for her clothes, forgetting they had been crudely cut from her body, she had a mission to finish which involved getting back to the ship. And now she had to do so unnoticed from not only the Krogan but her crew.
She looked around noting that Wrex was snoring loudly on the bed, she grabbed her Omni- tool and typed a messaged. Searching for something anything to cover herself with, and a way out as the slab was to big for her to move on her own. She glanced at the slab seeing that it was not flush to the door a space big enough for a Varren was on the left side of the slab. She found what looked to be a shirt, it was huge but it would have to do. She prayed the tactical cloak would last long enough. She grabbed her scraped clothes and activated the cloak, sliding through the gap and running quietly towards the ship. She reached the Normandy which was quiet as it was well into the night cycle. She ran towards the elevator a noise catching her attention she looked back and noted there was nothing there. But she didn't turn back around fast enough before she ran into Garrus, the cloak choosing that moment to fizzle out. Exposing her. Covered with a Krogan shirt, smelling of sex and orgasms. Garrus was taken aback to see her return in this state. Flabbergasted she ran passed him and jumped into the elevator. That was a problem for another day.
Wrex awoke a short time later, noting that she was gone. He was briefly angered upon realizing this. He opened his Omni Tool to call her when he saw the message.
Wrex,
I didn't want to leave while you were asleep, but I have a mission to finish. I have no words for what occurred. But when this mission is finished I will come back. You have claimed me, and I am yours.